After going out, Krzhakov seemed to be a different person. He put on a pair of glasses and wore very casual clothes, like a night out shopping.

We weren't too far from Niederdorf, and Krzhakov took us off the bus after only two stops.

"Follow me." Krzhakov quickly looked around the station after watching the bus leave, "Don't talk. I'll take you to the café you're staying in. ”

I didn't say anything, just followed Krzhakov out of the station, and after crossing a street, I entered the pedestrian street in the Nieddorf district.

Although it was not completely dark at the moment, there were already a lot of people on the road. We walked unhurriedly through the crowd, like real people who had come to shop and were looking for a place to finish their meal. However, if you look at Krzhakov, you can notice that he is not looking at some position and target on the road. Especially those who are looking around are more likely to get his attention.

After about half an hour, we approached the square and came to the café where I was going to lurk. Krzhakov slowed down and continued to walk in the direction of the square, and after approaching the café, he led the group of us directly into the café.

"Find a place to sit." He said as he looked inside the coffee house.

I randomly found a place to sit down by the glass window, there were not many people in the café at the moment, and there were still quite a lot of empty seats.

After I sat down, Krzhakov looked very leisurely and ordered some coffee and food, and then sat down and looked out the glass window.

I looked at him, then at his two men beside me, and whispered, "Did you find anything?" ”

Krzhakov looked at me and didn't speak, but turned his head to look at the waiter who brought the coffee, and after politely thanking me, he picked up the coffee and sniffed it: "Hey... Is coffee in this kind of place all foolish? He didn't drink it, but put the coffee cup back on the table, looked at me and said, "Don't worry. They will come. It's still early, and they'll have to turn around when they come, so you'll be sure to spot them if they come. ”

I didn't say anything more, just looked at the coffee on the table in front of me, and I didn't move. Because I haven't always had a good taste for coffee, I'm not used to drinking it, so I'd rather drink plain water.

"It's not a good coffee though. But you're going to sit here for a while, you can't just be there all the time. Krzhakov looked at the coffee in front of me, "and then you can take a tree or a magazine or something like that, and just pass the time and wait for a friend." ”

"Okay." I nodded in response, picked up the cup in front of me and took a sip.

"That's right." Krzhakov said and looked outside, looked at the time again, and then slowly stood up, "Remember not to take the newspaper or magazine upside down." Hehe. After Krzhakov finished speaking, he gestured to his subordinates, and then the few people walked out of the coffee house slowly.

I know he's sarcastic, I can only speak but can't read at all, but it's also reminding me to be careful not to be found out by others because they leaked out before they find out.

Krzhakov and the others quickly disappeared into the crowd outside, and I glanced at the time, it was indeed early, and there was still nearly an hour before the agreed trading time in their lie, which meant that I had to stay here for at least an hour. So I stood up and really took a newspaper from the side of the newspaper shelf and pretended to read it, but this state of not being able to read it at all and still pretending to be dead was very uncomfortable, and it was even more painful than the long wait before.

As time went on, there were more and more people on the streets outside, as well as inside the coffee houses. From time to time, I looked around and into the street, but I didn't find anything. Our communicator is useless, because communication is not needed at the moment, and Krzhakov stressed that communication is not allowed until he has received clear instructions. So I just had to wait and hear from him.

After looking at the load for half an hour, I tossed the newspaper aside. I picked up the cup in front of me and took a sip, the coffee was already cold, but it seemed to taste better than when it was hot, and the taste was similar to Chinese medicine to me, or even worse. I have some suspicions that Krzhakov deliberately ordered it to play tricks on me.

I put down my glass and turned my head to ask the waiter for a new drink, when I noticed a figure walking down the street outside the glass window. This figure is somewhat familiar, to be precise, I can also see the other person's side face. That reminds me of the guy I wanted to kill before, the young guy named Heynckes from Berlin who led someone to arrest us in Bordeaux and took Komova's mother and daughter from Kerzhakov at the police station.

I immediately stopped and sat back in my seat and looked out carefully, but the figure disappeared into the crowd in an instant, and it was already dark outside, so it was just the light outside the café, and it was impossible to confirm it again.

I reached for the phone, I wanted to inform the old guy or Krzhakov, but when I reached the phone I shrank back. Because I can't be sure that what I'm seeing at the moment is that guy, and even if it is, it's not surprising or surprising that it's them that we're waiting for, and more importantly, Krzhakov has stressed that we can't communicate casually, we have to do it after he tells us to.

I calmed down a little excited, relaxed again, picked up some of the food Krzhakov had ordered on the table, and ate slowly. Judging from the timing, all of us should have arrived at their respective positions, except for the old guy, who was planned to be the last to arrive, that is, he would not appear in the square until the trading time was up. So now I think that the people around me here must have cast a net and are waiting to wipe out us, that is, the last "remnant" of the seventeenth round.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little excited, and I unconsciously touched the guns in my pocket, as if these guns had the function of allowing me to feel at ease and continue to wait quietly.

The food on the table was a little dry, but it was because of the excitement and nervousness that made my mouth a little dry. I turned my head and beckoned to the waiter for a glass of water.

After the water was brought to me, I drank it and began to look at the newspaper again that I couldn't read. After half an hour of suffering, the phone I was carrying on me finally vibrate.

I put down the newspaper, took out the phone and looked at it, and it showed B1, which represented Krzhakov. I stood up and looked at the sign in the café, and after identifying the bathroom sign, I walked up my foot and walked there, answering the phone as I went.

Ask for fat。。。。。。。 There is also a double at the end of the month.

(End of chapter)